Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Suicide,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.